Chapter 6 – Not With Haste

Blaine woke up naked on the cold, hard floor. He grunted and looked around. Clothes were scattered all over the place and another body sleeping a couple feet away from him. Blaine shook his head and rubbed his temples.

"Fucking hangovers." He muttered and stood up.

Blaine quickly yet quietly gathered up his clothes and snuck out. He got dressed and looked for the front door. On his way, he looked passed a mirror. Massive bed-head, hickeys all over his collarbone and neck and part of a condom wrapper tucked in his messy hair.

"The fuck happened last night?" He asked himself as he continued walking.

He soon found the front door and walked out. He spotted his bike in the driveway, next to a white van.

"Blaine?" A voice called out from inside.

Blaine looked back and ran towards his bike, started it and quickly drove off, just as the person walked out the front door.

"Fuck you!" They screamed as Blaine rounded the corner.

Blaine smirked and rode even faster, breaking the speed limit. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his glasses. The wind blew threw his hair and the sun beamed down on him.

This was the best feeling for Blaine. Being able to forget about the world and feel nature all around him. He was never sentimental by any means but certain things always manage to get into Blaine's heart, like music, his bike, grass fields... Kurt.

Blaine's chest hurt every time he thought about Kurt, both good and bad. When he thinks of Kurt's adorable outfits or his laugh or his voice, or when he was making out with that teacher.

'That fucking asshole. With his fucking smirk, his stupid ideas, his fucking voice – he can't even fucking sing. Fuck him.' Blaine thought, gritting his teeth and tightening the grip the handle bars.

Blaine rolled his neck and rode even faster. He's already missed half of the school day and decided to go, just to flirt around with that Santana chick. He's noticed how Kurt got when he flirted around with her, so maybe this could work in his favor. He'd get a hot girl and get revenge on Kurt. Brilliant.

Blaine laughed as he pulled up in the school parking lot. He turned the engine off and climbed off when he heard it.

"No, wait –! "

"In ya go!"

Blaine heard, what sounded like rubbish crunching. He moved towards the noise and saw a group of jocks laugh and high-fiving each other as they walked away from the dumpster. Blaine walked closer to the dumpster and peered inside.

Kurt was lying in there, dressed in a teal long-sleeved shirt pulled up to the elbows and red skinny jeans along with a purple bow tie and yellow suspenders. He curled to the side and looking away from Blaine. His shoulders were shaking and he started whimpering. He slowly turned around and came face to face with Blaine. He blushed and quickly looked away. Blaine however was giving him a hard look.

The pair stared at each other for a moment when they heard someone call out.

"Blaine!"

Blaine whipped his head over to the left where Santana had shouted to him and was now currently jogging over to him, her skirt revealing a lot of her thigh

"What are you doing over there?"

Blaine looked back at Kurt and then smirked. He backed up and looked Kurt in the eye, he saw the slim amount of hope in his eyes as he quickly slammed the lid down, hard, and placed an old but heavy crate that was next to the bin on top. He banged a tune on the lid and walked over to Santana.

"Hey, babe." Blaine purred and wrapped his arms around Santana and started to suck on her neck.

"So, I was thinking..." Blaine hummed and continued sucking. "Maybe tonight we can rent a movie, and not watch it."

Blaine raised his head and whispered, "I think that's a great idea."

The pair giggled and kissed their way to the front doors, disappearing out of sight.

Kurt however, was still stuck inside of the dumpster and was now starting to panic.

"Help!" He pounded his fists on the lid and cried out more.

He couldn't breathe, he was stuck. He could feel the walls close in around him and cried even louder.

"Help!" He screamed and began kicking at the lid.

He managed to raise it, but only slightly before it came crashing back down. He thrashed and screamed wildly. He moved his hands around until he touched a furry, moving object.

"Ahh!" A rat squealed and ran around, dodging Kurt's limbs and burrowing into the trash below.

After what seemed like an hour, someone finally opened the lid.

"Holy fuck, Kurt! How long have you been here for?!" Strong, comforting hands gripped Kurt's forearms and yanked him out and onto the floor.

Kurt's eyes were tightly closed the entire time. He could feel hands brushing over his face and body, rubbing off all the rubbish on his outfit.

"Kurt? Kurt, please answer me."

Kurt slowly opened his eyes.

"Kurt?" Hands grabbed Kurt's face softly.

Kurt eyes came into focus and all he could see were a pair of blurry green eyes.

"Kurt!" The voice rose and Kurt flinched slightly.

"Sorry." Kurt felt a hand comb through his hair in a comforting manner.

"Hi." Kurt finally whispered.

"Oh thank god!" Kurt soon found himself pulled into a tight hug.

When they parted, Kurt heard the other person move away. He listened and heard rustling of rubbish then felt something being placed on his face.

"There we go."

Kurt blinked and saw everything much more clearly.

Kurt looked over and saw Mr. Perry standing there with a small smile on his face.

"Mr. Pewrry." Kurt sighed.

"Who else?" Mr. Perry smirked and picked a banana peel out of Kurt's hair.

Kurt opened his mouth but got interrupted by his stomach growling.

Mr. Perry looked and laughed while Kurt blushed and coughed.

"Let's go to lunch, yeah?" Mr. Perry suggested.

Kurt smiled then frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"The jocks took my money." Kurt mumbled.

"C'mon." Mr. Perry grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to his car.

"Where are we gowing?" Mr. Perry ignored him and opened the passenger side car and ran round the other side. Kurt still as the older man got in the car and buckled himself in.

"Well come on." Mr. Perry urged.

Kurt swallowed and joined the teacher inside the car. He quickly closed the door and buckled himself up before turning the teacher.

Mr. Perry turned the car on and started driving.

"Where are we gowing?" Kurt asked once more.

"A little place just outside Lima. It has the best coffee ever. Yum." Mr. Perry licked his lips and turned the stereo on.

"– Hey have you heard of the 'I Like Trains' kid? He's pretty cool but there might be something wrong with him, I don't know if he's cursed or it's something with his brain but the only thing he ever says is – "I Like Trains' – I like trains –!"

"What is that?" Kurt asked, bewildered.

"Best you not know."

Kurt looked at his with his mouth so wide it was almost at his chest.

'What does that mean? It is something dirty? Ohh....' Kurt's mind drifted off as he started thinking what that song was about.

"Anyway..." Mr. Perry changed the song.

"Yeah, yeah. When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly. I pimp to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah. This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control –"

Mr. Perry quickly turned the stereo off and sighed.

"That's not mine."

"Whose is it then?"

"My stupid twin brother, Simon." Mr. Perry said through gritted teeth.

"Oh-Kay." Kurt said slowly.

"My music consists strictly of Mumford & Sons with a hint of P!nk, Stevie Wonder, Patrick Watson, Phillip Phillips, Snow Patrol and Green Day along with a few more exceptions but mainly Mumford & Sons."

"Interwesting." Kurt said to himself.

Mr. Perry fiddled around and finally managed to play a song he approved of.

"Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
There's no one quite like you
You push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself
Why I'm still here, or where could I go
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you,
So much, I think it must be

True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love, It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you

Just once try to wrap your little brain around my feelings
Just once please try not to be so mean
Repeat after me now R-O-M-A-N-C-E-E-E
Come on I'll say it slowly (Romance)
You can do it babe

At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself
Why I'm still here, or where could I go
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you,
I really hate you, so much,
I think it must be

True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love,
It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you
I think it must be love

Why do you rub me up the wrong way?
Why do you say the things that you say?
Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be
But without you I'm incomplete

I think it must be
True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love,
It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you (like you)
No one else can break my heart like you (like you)
No one else can break my heart like you."

The music drifted off just as Mr. Perry parked the car.

"See that, that's skill right there. Perfect-o timing." Mr. Perry said in a fake Spanish accent.

Kurt giggled into his hand and opened the car door.

The pair quietly walked into the building ahead of them.

"Ahh, ye old' Lima Bean. Been a long time since I've come down here."

Mr. Perry took Kurt's arm and dragged him into the café.

A warm breeze hit them as they opened the doors. A strong smell of coffee struck them along with the constant chatters of those around them.

"Come on." They got in line and Kurt looked up at the sign above the counter.

"Whatdya want?" Mr. Perry asked, getting his wallet out from his back pocket.

"Umm, I don't drink coffee." Kurt admitted.

"I didn't think so. There are other things."

"Can I have some though?" Kurt pleaded.

"How 'bout this, I get my drink and get an empty cup, pour some of my coffee into it and see if you like it?"

"Yay." Kurt smiled.

A few moments later Mr. Perry and Kurt were sitting at a table next to the window and we're currently talking about Mr. Perry's home life.

"I have seven siblings." Kurt spat out the mouthful of coffee he had just sipped on to the table.

"Exactly."

"How does that – what – I-I don't even know."

Mr. Perry chuckled. "Yep. There's the eldest, Charlie, she's 38 and married with two kids. The husbands name is Charles and their kids are called Clive and Clarissa."

"That's a lot of 'C's." Kurt commented.

"I know, anyway then there's Alex, she's 37 and engaged to a man call Josh. She's probably the smartest of us all, straight A student and recently got her PhD in microbiology."

"Oh."

"Then there's Edwin, he's also 37 , just a few days behind Alex. He's living in France and speaks 13 languages. French, German, Spanish, Korean, Swedish, Italian, Indian, Russian, Mandarin, Japanese, African, Latin and most recently, Maori. And I know half of them."

"Wow. I didn't even – I mean..."

"Yeah, he works where ever he can, he travels the world and takes any job he can get. I don't think he's with anyone though. Carrying on –"

"Wait, what wanguages do you know?"

"German, Latin, Spanish, Maori, Swedish, Italian and a bit of Russian."

"So diverse."

"Thank you. Carrying on, then there's Dwayne whose 36 and he's married to a lovely woman named Jane. They're both pastry chiefs and brilliant at it. We all go over there because a) they love company and b) we all love their food. Soon after they were married, they found out they couldn't have kids and living with Dwayne for years, I knew how much he wanted children. He and Jane were so heart broken, it was so sad. They decided that instead of having a family, they would just help with as many charities as possible. Whether it's donating their time or money – they just love working and helping children anyway they can."

"That's so sweet."

"Yeah. Speaking of children, we've come to Sam. Sam is 35 and she's a housewife to a very successful man, Jayden, and they half four kids, Jerry, Jennifer, Jackson and James."

"Weally?"

"Yeah we're kind of an alliteration family in one way or another."

"That's unbewievable."

"But believable, anyway where was I? Oh yeah, Andie! Andie is 32 and lives in England. Her and her partner, Adrian, have triplets, Aaron, Abby and AJ."

"You're joking."

"I wish I was, but no. But they're lovely – all of them. Then there's Simon, he's two minutes older than me and always makes sure I remember that. Me and him are the musicians of the family. He plays the accordion, key board, drums, double bass, trumpet and the saxophone while I play the acoustic guitar, banjo, drums, mandolin and I can sing. Basically, I'm the baby of the family."

Kurt snickered behind his hand.

"Stop laughing." Mr. Perry whined.

"Sowwy."

"Sure you are."

"No, no, pwease continue." Kurt begged.

"Fine, there isn't much left, just the parents, Dalton and Camryn."

"So all the girls in the famiwy have boy names?"

"Pretty much." Mr. Perry said, sipping his coffee.

Kurt sat there, letting everything settle in.

'Eight children? Seven siblings? I wonder what it would be like if I had a brother or sister.' Kurt thought.

"I'm gonna go to the rest room, then we need to head back, Kay?" Kurt nodded and watched Mr. Perry walk away.

"Hey." A voice came from behind Kurt, pulling him from his thoughts.

Kurt twisted around.

A tall white man stood there. He looked around 26-27 years old with sandy brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was smiling at Kurt and looking him up and down, licking his lips.

"Hey." The man said again.

"H-Hello." Kurt answer politely.

"What's your name, angel?" The man sat down in Mr. Perry's seat and landed over to Kurt, resting his head on his hands.

"K-Kurt."

"Hmmm..." The man licked his lips again and leaned over more. "Hello Kurt, I'm Daniel."

"Hello Daniel." Kurt said quietly.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

"Pwease go away." Kurt asked.

"Now come on, we've just met. Let's not get off on the wrong foot."

"Weave me awone." Kurt demanded.

Something flashed in Daniel's eyes and he grabbed Kurt's wrist that was sitting on the table, and tugged tightly.

Kurt whimpered and tried to move away.

"C'mon sugar, let's get outta here."

"He said no." Kurt and Daniel whipped their heads round and saw Blaine standing there with his arms crossed and a stony expression on his face.

Daniel laughed and gripped Kurt even tighter.

"This is too good. So are you like, his boyfriend or something? I could probably place you in my pocket or between my legs, I don't mind."

Blaine gritted his teeth and tensed.

"We could make it a jolly good time. The three of us –" Daniel got interrupted by Blaine's fist connecting with his jaw.

"Ever think about him like that again, I'll rip your balls off, got that?" Blaine growled and punched Daniel once more before he ran away.

Kurt sat there, shivering and clutching his hand. A bright pink mark lay where Daniel had gripped him. Kurt whimpered and carefully stroked his tender skin.

"T-Thank you." Kurt whispered to Blaine.

"Yeah, whatever, don't expect it to happen again." Blaine muttered and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Kurt's line of vision.

Just as Blaine walked off, Mr. Perry came back.

"Hey, ready to go?" Kurt quickly nodded and they headed back to school.

There was music playing but Kurt couldn't concentrate, his mind as still confused from the events earlier.

A while ago, Blaine had trapped Kurt into a dumpster with a rat and now, he had saved him from a creep. And even further back, Blaine was flirting with Kurt and helping him and cleaning him up and being a decent human but now it was like switch. If it's on, he's a good person, off, he's an asshole.

The rest of the ride went by in a blur.

"What the fuck was I thinking." Blaine scolded himself as he exited the building.

He shouldn't of done that, he wasn't supposed to help him, he wasn't supposed to feel happy when Kurt thanked him, he wasn't supposed to safe the helpless, innocent, beautiful boy.

No, no, no, no – NO!

But that's exactly what he'd done.

While his head followed his earlier request, his heart betrayed him. There was something about that nerdy little song bird that dragged Blaine in. Kurt's made a bigger impact in Blaine's life than when he lost his virginity – not that it was very special. An older man, in the backseat of a car, wham bam, and that was that.

Blaine sped down the highway and arrived back in the school parking lot, two minutes before the bell. He got off his bike and walked inside, hoping to find Santana or any Cheerio for that matter.

He turned the corner and found Santana and another blonde cheerleader next to her.

"Hey girls." Blaine called out.

The two girls smiled and Blaine crept towards them.

"Hey, your hair's like a cloud. Can I touch it? I've always wanted to touch a cloud but I can never seem to reach." The blonde pouted.

"I-I – uhh – what?" Blaine said.

"The people in my pillow tell me that I should get some clouds and put them in my pillow cases so they can sleep better."

"Britt, stop talking." Santana whispered. "Anyway, Blaine, this is Brittany. Brittany this is Blaine."

"Nice to meet you." Blaine greeted.

Brittany just smiled and waved.

"We were just talking about the Glee assignment." Santana said.

"Wait, you actually like that shit?"

"We're just spies for Coach Sylvester. But I like it." Brittany piped up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Lord Tubbington says that the Glee kids are evil and are out to steal all my popcorn but I just think they're a little confused and are nice. Lord Tubbington –"

" – Brittany, what did I say?" Santana asked, looking at the blonde.

"Sorry." Brittany looked down.

"Anyway, Blaine." Santana peered over to Blaine who was mouthing 'What the actual fuck!' to her. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Free as a fucking bird babe." Blaine smirked.

"Good cause I –"

" – Wait, Tanny, I thought we were going to hang out and have sweet lady kisses tonight?" Brittany interrupted.

"Tanny?" Blaine teased.

"Shut it." Santana warned Blaine. "Britt, why don't we all hang out?"

"Will Blaine get lady kisses?" Brittany asked hopefully.

"Yeah Britt, yeah he will." Santana said, licking her lips and looking Blaine over, Blaine doing the same.

"See you in Glee, sexy." Brittany and Santana walked off and Blaine went the other way.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before entering the school's main building.

The final bell went and everyone went rushing out the doors, eager to get home and forget about school.

Kurt managed to squeeze himself through everyone and make his way to the choir room. He was the first one so he slowly sat down in the seat at the back row.

A few second went by and soon the room was slowly beginning to fill until the last person entered.

"Hello class! Now! Has anyone done the assignment?" Mr. Perry asked as he walked through the door, hushing everyone.

Silence.

"No? That cool, I didn't expect you to. I wouldn't of done it."

Everyone relaxed slightly and smiled a bit.

"Now, let's start on it." Mr. Perry went over to the board and wrote 'COURAGE' in big writing the drew a bubble around it.

"Any quotes that you've heard of or read of that you'd like to share?"

No hands were raised apart from Rachel's.

"Yes Rachel?"

"'Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it you will land among the stars.'" Rachel said.

Mr. Perry froze and gave her a weird look. "I've always thought that quote was kind of scary. I mean, I wouldn't want to land on a star, I'd get blown up into oblivion, but anyway."

Everyone snickered.

"Anyone else?"

No hands were raised.

"Fine I'll go. 'Never regret anything because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted.' Umm, oh! Here's a great one from Dr. Seuss 'We are all a little weird and life's a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutual weirdness and call it love.' Now those aren't courage quotes but they are still good quotes to remember or even live by."

Soon, a few hands were raised.

"Mercedes?"

"'Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.'"

"Ahh, Winston Churchill. Hey! Do you guys know why Hitler didn't win the war? Scissors beats paper." Mr. Perry said.

"What?" Finn said.

"Get it. Winston Churchill's sign is this," Mr. Perry held up the peace sign. "And Hitler's sign is this," Mr. Perry straightened his left arm and hand out so it was pointing completely straight. "Get it?"

Slowly, the students understood the joke and started laughing.

Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. The only reason he was here was because of Santana's and Brittany's night out together.

"There we go. Who else?"

Kurt raise his hand.

"Kurt?"

"'Courage is the one thing no one can take from you.'"

Mr. Perry smiled widely. "I can't believe you remembered."

Kurt shrugged and smiled back.

The rest of the lesson went by surprisingly quickly for Blaine. He managed to laugh a few times and talk for a bit but the real kicker was the fact that he managed to strike up a conversation with Kurt.

That was by far, the highlight of Blaine's day.

But you know what they say – good things must always come to an end.